Mira

Mira is the Mage of this turning: wielder of a white heat that is not campfire, keeper of knowledge the bronze age has no schools for.

She remembers fragments of past lives more clearly than the others. That clarity is a gift and a weight. When the shadow-creatures come, her fire is the purifying kind.

She stands at the center of the Five’s formation because the old patterns put her there — and because, this time, she intends to finish what twelve ages have left undone.